Fio is tired of all the horrible people in the world doing horrible things, and she has a whole list of them that she'd like to see shot at dawn.
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Sonia Dog huddles herself on the couch and looks sad when Fiorella comes downstairs smelling of Chanel. She knows that means Mommy is going somewhere and not taking her.
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Husband is home and has reestablished his lair in the recliner, with all his necessities spread out on the floor around him, threatening to encroach on Fio's territory.
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For some reason, Fiorella's brain recently replayed an old high school memory that shocked her at the time. The day before a big test in Speech class, Fio watched the pretty blonde who sat across the aisle from her writing down the the key information that teacher Mattie Bess Coffield had given the class on thin strips of paper. "What a great idea," Fio thought. "That way Maeve can study the info anywhere she goes without hauling out a big tablet." You can probably figure out the rest of the story--the next day, Fiorella glanced across the aisle and saw her friend unrolling the strips one by one to fill in the answers on her test page. Needless to say, Maeve made the highest grade in the class.
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F.iorella is a clean-up-as-you-go kinda gal and Husband is a let-it-fall-where-it-may kinda guy. Fireworks ahead.
Monday, October 1, 2018
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